柳宗元·《渔翁》英译

夜傍西岩宿，晓汲清湘燃楚竹。

烟销日出不见人，欸乃一声山水绿。

回看天际下中流，岩上无心云相逐。

An Old Fisherman

Liu Zongyuan

By the west Cliff, an old fisherman anchors for the night.
At dawn, he dips from the clear stream and cooks o’er a bamboo fire.

When the sun rises, the mists thin, he is out of sight.

A creak of the oars, a drowsy spell the green hills acquire.
Far far down, in mid-stream, he turns to look at his camp-site.

Where aimless clouds stroll around. Into what do they inquire?